NOT FALLING APART: jason!

[SCARLETT ROUSSEAU]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: eeeeee; border: #000000 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] TRY MY HARDEST NOT TO SCREAM, I FIND MY HEART IS GOING WEAK 357 words. lyrics by: maroon 5. tagged: jason. Scarlett frowned as she left her dorm room and rode the subway station. She wasn’t looking forward to this. Then again, was there ever a time she did look forward to it? She wrapped herself in her cardigan, furtively glancing around her. It always felt as though everyone was looking at her accusingly when she went out for these dealings, as though they were waiting to pounce on her or arrest her. But, why?! It wasn’t as though she had ever done anything wrong. That is, not necessarily. It wasn’t as though the drugs she was doing were illegal! Practically everything in Europe was legalized. She shivered and walked off the train, taking quick small steps. She preferred walking the rest of the way, in case the police were to question taxi cabs or something like that. Scarlett was just paranoid in circumstances like this. She tried her best to cover her tracks that was for sure. As she entered the hotel, she noticed the receptionist smirking. He was a dirty man, who wore nothing more than a stained wife beater and a worn out suit jacket on top. Scarlett knew what he thought her visits meant. He probably figured she was some high price tagged hooker or maybe even meeting the guy she cheated on with her boyfriend. Several times she wanted to smack that smirk off his face and scream at him that it was neither. But, she knew it was better that he thought it was something as lousy (though degrading) as that. After she walked up the long winding staircase, found room 432, and after looking up and down the hallway, crashed into it, closing the door behind her. Whew. She glanced around the room. It was dingy as before. Yes, it had that air of previous creme de la creme attire, but now...it was old, forgotten, lost. Scarlett smiled. She had to admit. It was sort of sweet and romantic looking, in a pathetic kind of way that is. Scarlett sat down on the bed and waited. He was late. Again. created by ade! pb-ified by will

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[JASON EVERTON]

To say the very least, Jason Everton was annoyed. Irritated. Nothing was going his way today and he wasn't looking forward to his next deal. He sighed as he ran his fingertips through his hair, scowling at the ground. His left hand fingered the little baggie he had in his pocket, mentally weighing the product it held by memory. It amused him to see how people would spend their money on this garbage, letting their lives pass them by in a haze. If it wasn't for the risk involved in obtainin and sselling and the extra money it provided, Jason wouldn't bother with the shit. But since it did make his heart beat race and plumpen up his wallet, he kept arranging these meetings. The client he was delivering to today, as he liked to think of it, was one of the more paranoid ones; She insisted they might in this dirty, out of the way hotel every week at the same time and in the same room. He himself preferred the more risque ones, such as the campus library or at the pubs...anything to get that adrenaline rush.

A look at the Rolex on his watch told him what he already suspected: he was late again. Only by ten minutes, but it honestly wasn't his fault. Between trying to get the product and arguing with his dealer over how much he was going to pay for it, (Bastard was trying to raise it on him for the second time this month!) he'd had a mad rush to get home, get changed and take off to meet up with Scarlett. She was a bitch enough with him showing up late again, and now she was bound to have an even worse attitude with him...He might not even get a kiss goodbye! A smirk crept up on his face at that thought as he entered the hotel. To his disgust, the receptionist was there, a man who he honestly could not stand. Unfortunately, he knew the guy had a nasty temper if you pissed him off in any way, so it paid to be nice to him. Who wanted their news leaked out to anyone who would listen? "Second time this week! I think she's crazy for me. Can't get enough, y'know?

[/color]" he said with a crooked grin as he made his escape past the man, leaving him chuckling. He knew nothing of the look he gave Scarlett, since they never entered together. She probably deserved it though; Everyone knew she gave people dirty looks like that all the time.

He made his way up the stairs and to the door relatively quickly and entered casually. Jason tried not to show the disgust he felt at looking at the furniture on his face, instead putting on a cocky grin aimed in her direction. "Hey gorgeous. How ya been?[/color]" He said, tossing his hat onto the chair next to the door. He strolled over to her, and wrapped his arms around her waist as though it were the most normal thing in the world for him to do, pressing close against her in the embrace. "Did you miss me?[/color]" He said with a little smirk on his face as he looked down at her. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[SCARLETT ROUSSEAU]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: eeeeee; border: #000000 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] TRY MY HARDEST NOT TO SCREAM, I FIND MY HEART IS GOING WEAK 436 words. lyrics by: maroon 5. tagged: jason. Scarlett cringed, blinking furiously as Jason caught her up in a close hug. When she was younger, she used to have a twitch that appeared whenever she was extremely pissed off. Thankfully, that had disappeared and been replaced with the quick movement of her eye lashes--which unfortunately seemed as though she was batting them flirtatiously rather than expressing her anger. She wormed her way out of the embrace and took a few steps back, crossing her arms as she glared at him. This sucked. Completely and totally sucked. She knew she had to be nice to him so he wouldn’t spread the fact that one of the princesses (so to speak) of the Sorbonne was a total addict. Scarlett was supposed to be that gorgeous girl without any sort of flaws. The one everyone envied and wished to be like, but hated at the same time because she was well...a bitch. It wasn’t her fault necessarily. She was nice and cordial. But, she was also pretty conceited and vain, which canceled out many of her better qualities. It was getting worse too. She had to take more and more in order to gain the same effects as before. And now, she had to ask for valium in addition to the amphetamines and barbiturates so she could actually fall asleep. The side effects without them were awful. She remembered the time she had gone an entire month without seeing Jason while she tried to quit cold turkey. That had been awful. She hadn’t only looked like a nervous wreck what with the jitters, and sunken eyes (not to mention her hair wasn’t perfect for once in her life!), but she felt like one as well. Her perfect grades began to sink. Her voice itself was dry and scratchy and all she felt like doing was sleeping-- all day. Jason of course has smiled and laughed, since he was one of the few who knew about her ‘problem’. ”You’re late you know. And someone better not have followed you here. I hope you were careful.” Instinctively, she walked over to the door and looked through the key hole. No one. She let out a sigh of relief and turned back to Jason, glancing over him as she judged him. He was handsome...in a scruffy...gruff...unorthodox sort of way. The tousle of his hair and slight unshaven appearance added to this. ”No wonder you’re a bartender and drug dealer.” she muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes. created by ade! pb-ified by will

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[JASON EVERTON]

Of course Jason had known that it was going to irritate her if he embraced her like that; It was pretty much the only reason he had done it, other than the see what she might do. A lot of girls found him attractive and he sort of hoped suspected she was one of them. Bugging her was one of the few things that were almost certain to amuse him today, and true to that belief, a huge grin lit up his face as she squirmed her way out of his arms. He held back a chuckle at her mutinous glare. What a snobby little bitch! It amused him to see her this low; She deserved it with the way she treated everyone. It was one of the reasons he had been so cruel when she attempted to quit the drugs he sold her. Inside, he sort of felt bad; Going through withdrawals was a bitch itself, but it was something a person had to do alone. Not like she would have accepted his help, anyways.

"You’re late you know. And someone better not have followed you here. I hope you were careful." Jason rolled his eyes, turning his back to her and heading over toward the bed. Though it disgusted him a bit, he laid down on it with his hands behind his head. "I'm always careful, Scar.

[/color]" He grinned at her from across the room, still easily amused at getting her more irritated. "You need to relax a little more. . .Come here.[/color]" He said, patting the bed next to him. It was always especially interesting to see her keeping her guard and annoyance up with him as though he were some terrible threat. Every step of the way was a fight with her, but he had to admit that he enjoyed it. Eventually, she would lower her guard and he couldn't wait to see it.

He could hear her mumbling under her breath, "No wonder you’re a bartender and drug dealer." Clenching his jaw, Jason took a deep breath. With a rather evil little grin for such a nice guy, he looked over at her. "Yeah, well if it weren't for me, you wouldn't be able to keep your head on straight. So let's be a good little girl, and not piss me off. Okay?[/color]" His voice had taken on an angry edge as he not-so-subtly reminded her that he was her only ticket to LalaLand and would have no qualms with cutting off her supply. "Now come here.[/color]" He said again, wondering if she would listen this time. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[SCARLETT ROUSSEAU]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: eeeeee; border: #000000 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] TRY MY HARDEST NOT TO SCREAM, I FIND MY HEART IS GOING WEAK 412 words. lyrics by: maroon 5. tagged: jason. Scarlett frowned and felt as though that nervous twitch was starting to come back. Jason was her only way to keep the shine in her hair and the sun in her eyes so to speak. She knew she could get someone else to deal it to her, easily. No one would be willing to give up her money and once they had her, they knew she wouldn’t go to anyone else. She liked to keep things quiet when it came to this. The problem was, she didn’t really know any one else. She could always find one, but that would entail asking questions and why would Scarlett Rousseau ask questions about such a nasty topic? That’s what everyone would end up wondering and soon she would be revealed. Additionally, although Jason was crazy, he was from a decent family. She didn’t like dealing with nobodies, no matter what for. And so, she relied on him and tried her best to remain cordial between her clenched teeth. She pouted, rolling her eyes and walking over to the bed. He wasn’t going to make this easy. He never did. It thrilled him to torture her and make her beg. She felt so pathetic and...well, lower than him even. After all, in this dingy hotel room, Jason Everton was the one in charge. This was more his territory. In exchange, she left him alone on campus and stayed out of his way. As for right now, fine. She would play his little game. She sat down on the edge and turned towards him with a new smile on her face. ”There. See, I’m relaxed.” she shrugged her shoulders and put her hand on his face, patting it lightly. His five o-clock shadow stung her perfectly freshly manicured hands. ”Ouch! Gosh would it kill you to shave more often?” she glared, holding her hands together. Alright, so in a sick twisted way, Scarlett sort of enjoyed meeting Jason. Despite the paranoia and constant craze of being caught, it was such an adrenaline rush. It was different than her usual life which oft times bored her-- a whole new experience. Think of it as a guilty pleasure. She straightened up and pushed a lock of hair back. ”Sorry. Just...can we get on with this? This place is ridiculously creepy...and we have that whole new curfew what with that psycho looming about.” she said, quickly making an excuse. created by ade! pb-ified by will

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[JASON EVERTON]

It was deals like these that he hated, the ones where his bad, asshole side came out; These were the days he wished he had never gotten involved in selling drugs. Sure, there were times when everything was cool and simple, or where you were invited to a party just because you sold. But there were also bad times, like this, where his whole body felt stressed and conflicted. It was confusing feeling it all: the disgust for the need of his customer, the irritated and fucked up feeling of them looking down at you, feeling bad for what they were going through, and the temptation to do just a little bit with them to know what it was all like. Luckily, Jason was smart enough not to mix business with pleasure. It was his darker side coming out at moments like this, moments where he knew that her well being and livelihood depended on him. He was in control here, not her, and he made damn well sure she knew it.

He smirked at the pout on her face as she sat down beside him, patting his cheek patronizingly. "Ouch! Gosh would it kill you to shave more often?" she asked, acting as though his face were a f-cking porcupine or something. Jason rolled his eyes before putting on a smirk. "Would it kill you to stop being such a bitch? Its not like you intend to get near my face anyways, Scar.

[/color]" He said with a wink. It didn't make much sense why he loved to irritate her by flirting, but it always amused him. Heaven forbid someone as low as him dare hit on her! Yeah, right. Whatever. She seemed to act as though she were living on a pedestal and all he wanted to do was knock her off of it. It was almost worth it just seeing her succumb to his will.

His mind flashed back to another girl, another time, but quickly shook his head. Not the right time to be thinking about this, to be vulnerable. Jason could see her straightening up out of the corner of his eye and knew she was getting antsy even before she spoke. "Sorry. Just...can we get on with this? This place is ridiculously creepy...and we have that whole new curfew what with that psycho looming about." He just laughed and smirked at her. There were actually people taking it seriously? It had to be just trying to avoid getting into trouble with the school and police. "Yeah, sure. You got the money?[/color]" He said, looking seriously into her eyes as one hand reached into his pocket. Taking just one little pill out of the package he smirked at her once more. "Open wide, sweetheart.[/color]" [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]